Bloom where you're planted.

Leave a light on in the dark, maybe you'll guide somebody in. Someone to tell you who you are. Someone to carry who you've been. ~tg

Tuesday, June 15, 2004

Wish they all could be California girls…

I know, strange title, but in a little over 24 hours, my dear Menny and I will be California girls ourselves. I can’t tell you how excited I am. Now hopefully Jenny and I won’t struggle too much with that tent we have to set up. If we do I just told Jen to get her mascara out b/c she might have to do some eyelash batting. So let’s all pray that being the directionally illiterate that I am- I will not become lost trying to get anywhere, or get distracted by the view on highway 1 and run right off the mountainside. My parents don’t need to have to worry about replacing that rental convertible. Let’s all pray that we don’t get arrested for sleeping in the aforementioned convertible as well. It’s a good thing I’ve got this job I love now, or I maybe would just think of staying there. :) Hope everyone has a nice week. I’m sure I’ll have lots to say when I get back.

Wednesday, June 09, 2004

I spend too much time raiding windmills
We go side by side laugh until it's right
There's something that you won't show
Waiting where the light goes
And anyway the wind blows
All worth waiting for

Take the darkest hour break it open
Water to repair what we have broken
There's something that you won't show
Waiting where the light goes
And anyway the wind blows
All worth waiting for

Pull on the borders to lighten the load
Tell all the passengers we're going home
I spend too much time seeking shelter
World without end couldn't hold her
There's something that you won't show
Waiting where the light goes
And anyway the wind blows
All worth waiting for
~g. phillips

It’s strange how a different version of a song can evoke completely different feelings. I’ve listened to Glen & NC’s version of Windmills a million times and it’s always been one of my favorites that they perform together. I listened to it again this morning on the album version that comes out in July and I felt completely different about it. It’s usually very raw probably b/c I’ve only heard it live- but almost with a hint of anger or distress. For some reason this time I hear it, it’s full of sorrow- but not the surface sorrow, the sorrow that runs deeper than that, that you have trouble putting into words. It even has this hint of resignation that I’ve never noticed before. It almost feels empty, not any way musically or lyrically, but that emptiness that comes after you’ve just poured your heart out to someone and don’t have any more words to explain how you feel. I love how music can evoke such strong emotion. I love the blend that Chris Thile and Glen Phillips have in their harmonies. I love lyrics that explain the very words you were having trouble finding on your own.
This time next week I’ll be on my way to California for my first real vacation on my own. I’ve never gone an entire week before, all planned by me without any family involved. I don’t know that I could’ve asked for a better vacation. An ocean I’ve never seen before, live music and someone who knows me better than I know myself at times. Makes me breathe deeper just thinking about it.

Thursday, June 03, 2004

“Every so often we love to steal to the land of what might have been but that doesn’t soften the ache we feel when reality sets back in.”

I don’t typically remember my dreams, but for some reason lately they’ve been incredibly vivid. Not necessarily bad dreams, not necessarily good ones. Those dreams where people you haven’t thought of in months or even years just appear. And of course my favorite- the shape shifting dreams, where the person begins as one person, then by the end of the dream it’s someone else. Sunday I saw someone that I haven’t seen in a couple of years. It was someone that I used to care incredibly deeply for. And while I stood there talking to him, I realized that the level of comfort that used to be there, still was. While I knew nothing of his life, it still felt normal around him. Odd. He’s been in my dreams all week since then. I think sometimes that he’ll always be in the back of my mind until I meet whoever it is that I’m supposed to be with. Not that I still have feelings for him, I think it’s just that he was the first person I ever truly loved and I guess some of that sticks with you no matter how long it’s been.

I’ve been trying to find something worthy to talk about for a couple days now. Yesterday I started writing about how strange I found it that my flip flops were made with arches in them. Today, I could tell you about how Emily and I are going to see Harry Potter at midnight, or how I just can’t stop listening to Wicked. Or how I rented a convertible today for my vacation with Jenny and how strange and adult that feels. I could tell you about my inability as of late to stop buying random items of clothing or how hurt I am that my dad didn’t call for my birthday till nearly 10 and then asked if I’d been at my new job for a week yet- (it’s been 3). I could tell you how much I just absolutely love my little 10 year old sister and think she’s a blast to hang out with, or how one of my bosses likely broke her ankle a little while ago at work. Or I could tell you about my recent purchase of a bunch of filmstrips to make lampshades with, or the gift of a couple of antique typewriters for my birthday so I can make bracelets. I could tell you how I think my flowers that I planted outside my apartment don’t look so great and I think I’m watering them too much. I could tell you how my uncle joked this weekend I should write a book on my single years and I wondered how long it’d get before I could end it. I could tell you how I’ve been trying to figure out why I seem to find that I felt I was defined by the job I had even though I don’t think of others in the same way. I could tell you how much happier I am now that I’ve got this job but wish I had someone to go home and talk to about it each night. Maybe I’m just fickle like that- never completely satisfied, never completely content. Maybe that’s just what life is like. Or maybe that’s just me. I can't wait to see the ocean again.